PockNet 830510“; BEAD LE’S {thumb-med. . . 'l‘en Cents. The Raw WRwaOaJostomlm ‘ r, WETZEL, THE SCOUT; THE CAPTIVES OF THE WILDERNESS. BY BOYNTON BELKNAP, M. D. NEW YOIIK ' BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS, ' w~ WILLIAM m‘IIIcm'. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by FRANK STARR 85 00., In the omce of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. h. WETZEL, THE SCOUT; ’ CHAPTER I. ON THE OHIO " Who fired that gun l” demanded Captain Parks, as he turned around and faced his terrified negro, Pompey. " Hans: me, if! don’t believe it was you, Pompey.” “ [1. ben sabe me, ma~sa captain; I wouldn’t do such a ring for ten fousa..d dollars 1” “ Let me see your gun.” The trembling: African obeyed. It required buta moment for the iraof't. e music in the hum ()1 two myrinds of insects in thD air. As 8 the moonlight rested upon the youthful, hut air a 'y bronz- r ed face 0' the brave Wilthel, it disclosed one o.’ no ordinary , i intelligence. t 14 LEW wnmer, TIIE scour. cea‘ing her faultless form to the slmul 'ers. innslly hthind, ft“ in a black ma“ (Wer her ~houlder<. The the- whiteness of th- tune seemed incrvase l hr tln- same enb chanting veil. Th-’~ night juurmy was 0 intinuetl in safety, spe- dily incwpornted into the settleiiielit prorerf homes for themselvtls in this great wildernes, and they went to work wFth the determination to do so. 'ueist'mce, cabins for all were Soon erected. and a large por- tion of the forest clearel and put under cultivation. Matters progrerl, :1 m-m who latl PXpt‘rlv «- el (umsi lerahle Indinn figlrimz. The entire ,t roe wn~. t» number two hundr. d and lifts. an l it w s e: n'ldently lOped that a summary clr-ck w uld he put to the burnt! u i th -t were beenumiug lrig' t‘ulh~ Common ulnng the ft out I 1'. .At the appoi. ted time the w’mle two hundred and tilt gatinred at ert Lafayette (the one of ancient days) ant with high hopes they sat out for the Indian town of Lush ne. under the lead of the gallant Colonel Sendford. There was no ' Covering For the head, and her dark clIbt-‘rinu hair gathered , mo nl'ght guw to the mild him- eyes u. langui‘l Sultl e s‘ and ‘ and the nextduy the wished~lor settlement W88 reaclh-d. v Hfih‘ they were all rtcetved wi 11 open aruw,anu were ’ The men had mme for the PUI‘pt se of carving out new ‘ By mutual as- ’ LEW WHETZEL, THE scour. 15 To reach this, it was necessary to cross a large stream—a no tributary of the Ohio. This was done in safety, and late ‘et One night they encamped within a comparatively short ‘ht d stance of the lnd'an town. A greater number of sentinels m were put on duty, and the rest lay down to be ready fir the in: “tug of war" that they Confidently countel on for the mor- y‘ 10W. -d. In rite of the extraordinary precautions that were taken 3" the l‘leE‘t “"6 W8“ br ken throutgh, and an overwhelming body of Indians poured into the camp. The officers endeav- 5w Ored to rally them; but Colonel San. lford was almost instant- “; 1y shot, and the panic become complete. 5-. Many of the men perful‘lmd prodigies of valor. Whetzelg .r. raged like a madman ; but the men broke, and Were ' sca'tered like chaff, an] were hewn down as they ran. w . Ending it was all useless to attempt to stay. the tide, 59 Whetzel, Captain Parks and Ki gman attempted to save 0. tln mstlves. The two former successfully made their escape m in the darkness, but the latter was wounded, and crawled ,f for sa‘t-ty beneath a clust r of bushes. llere helay all night, while the dreauful carnival went on. He cau.lit sight of g, the shadowy farms rushing to and fro, heard the continual n Sh'rieks ot the victimri, and now and then the death yell of 0 Home ever-ventures nne Indian. He eXpeeted every mo- “ ment to be discovered, and to share the fate of his compan- Ions. When the morning finally dawned, the tumult died away, a and overpowered by his exhaustion he fell asleep. When I. he flWuke the day was well advanced. As he regained his 1- censeinusness he leuked about him; but no person was via- 1. “He. The massacre was fini~lr d. _ Kingman crawled to a brook near by and quenched his ’ th’rst, and then made his way back again, seeing no pros- , gPect for him but to lie there and perish, or suffer a death of, 4 Violence from the hands of the first one who should discuvl fit him. He lay there all day. At nightfall he was startled by the 1 jappearance of a little whiflit ofaalog directly in front of évhitn. Knowing that some one else must be' close at hand, 16 LEW’ WHETZEL, THE scour. he managed to lure the brute to him, when he cut his throat from ear to ear. “ There,” he muttered, as he wiped the blood from his hands, “ you can’t bt-tray my hiding place. —sh 1” Just tln-n he looked up and saw the renegade Johnson but a few rods away, and apparently looking for something. CHAPTER II. POMPEY IN wan. ‘Dis yer gemmen ob color orter for to go to war, dat am . sax-tin. While de rest am sheddin’ dar blood round dese parts, it ain’t right for him to be idle.” Thus solilnqnized Pompey when the forces marched from his village toj in those in invading the Indian country. I The reason he gave himself, however, was not the true step that influenced him. Through his thick skull there crept Some such logic as this: “If do best men lehe dis place, den dis place becomes de weakes’. De Iijins will find dis out, and den what’s to Babe us dat Stays behind? Wlwrcas and wherefore dem dat goes away will be de safes’. Darfore, inasmuch as, de best ting Ican do is to go wid ’em. Dmfore, homumever, I v 80.” He hurried along and overtook the party before they had penetrated any great distance in 'the forest. T|.e leaders were (li~posed to send him hack; but he was so earnest in his entrentics to be alloWed to g) that they finally consent- ed, and he formed one of the party. When the Mach was made, Pompey broae for covrr. His prudent resolve was to remain out of sight as lOng as there was dangtr, and then to be “in at the death,‘7 and claim his share of the glory. Such being his situation, it was out of his power, as a m'atter of course, to comprehend at once the disaster that had befallen Colonel Sandl'ord and his command. When he I found the whites Were scattering and seeking individual l l at is Hat'on Quip—- .—wnw LEW WHETZEL, THE SCOUT. 1‘7 safety, and the Indians roaming everywhere in search of victims, he liegan to suspect that all ha-l not gone as well as he had hoped. “G rrynationl I begin to tink it’s time dis yer black man Was tinking of lihing.” At the time he gave expression to this thought, Pompey was crouched beneath some thick undergrowth, and glaring out upon the In dinns, who seemed to be paSsing all around and in eVery direction. lltl'c he remained until broad day~ light. He had wit enough to understand lhat it was now impossible for him to escape discovery. The place in which he lay was the very one which a frightened fng'tive would naturally secrete himself, and was therefore the one which the Shawnees Would So arch. It would be certain death to attempt to e-cape lly fleeing. Hi5 huge feet and short legs could not be compared with thoSe of his enemies. IIe, there- fore hit 1110” the brilliant idea of feigning death until nlnht- tall. when he could make ofi under cow-r of darkness. He had barely made thiq resolution, when a ital wart In- dian walked slraiuht to the bushes, and pulling them aside, peered in. Perhaps the glare of the sun, or the utter dark- ness of Pompey himself, made the negro invisible for a few moments; for it is certain that rome considerable time elap- sed era the savage uttered his all-:Xpre—Hive " Ugh!" ePompey kept hi~ eyes Open until he saw the red—skin glaring down upon him, and then he shut his orbs as tightly as if he wl re exp;cting to hold a fly beneath each lid. At the same moment he drew in a long breath. stoutly resillved to hold it until the Indian went away. But as See md a ter second passed, his discomfort rapidly became OVei'wlu-lming. But he he‘.d out like a hero, until ahsolutely human nature could do no more. Suddenly he gave a tremendous putt, somewhat alt r the fashion of a lahorinu szc-aiirciigine. “ Gosh hang it! darl no use tryin’! If l’d kept in any long r I’d busted l" The Shawnee indulged in a huge grin as he discerned the African stretrh8d out upon the ground, his eyes rolling, and his great white teeth chaliering with rear. “ Ugh! come out—me kill." 18 LEW wnmzmt, THE SCOUT. “ Oh, good Mr. Injin, I love you ’most to death. Please don’t hurt. me! Oh, good Mr. Injin, please don’t hurt a fel-i ler like me i” “ What. do hwre i" “Plume (l- n’t hurt me. I come along, good Mr. lnjin jes’ In kw-p (l6 rest from hurtiu’ you. You can ax any of 'em ii I (l tln’t.” What wuulrl hnw been the ultimate resuming that hltmlmess 26 LEW WHETZEL, THE scour. which precedes our passing off into sleep, he was startled and recalled 'to his senses by a sudden shock. Starting up, he saw that he had struck against the. upper end of a small 'sandy island, and the tree had remained fast. It required but a few m ments to free this. and once more be was fioat< :ng gently with the current. This time he slept, but he was destined to have a startling awaking. His wound mide him feverish, and all sorts of fantastic visions were dart'ng through his head. Bears, Indians, renegadcs, and dying friends. passmi continually before him, and fin-illy, after a fitlufhour‘s sleep, he partially awoke. As he lay languidly stretched on the tree, striving to set things right b 'fore him a peculiar cl‘tekling no se sounded in the watt-r. At firs t, it Named a part of his dreams, and he took no furth r notice cfit; but it continued regular y, and was evidently ap- proaching. He waited a few moments, until th proughly IWakened—he raised his head and looked about him. The moon Was pouring a flood of light upon the l‘th‘I‘, so that the slightest object was discernible. As he turned his eye to- Ward shore, he disc lvered‘a canoe, propelled by a single man, rapidly bearing down upon him. He leuked hurried- ly at the person, and was satisfied that it was no other than Pet- Johnson the renegade. “ I’d rather see the bear, or the devil, than you,” was Kingman’s mental ejaculation as he quietly dropped off the tree, and commenced swimming toward the opposite shore. He did not believe the renegade was after him, or had dis-. coVered him, but was only crossing the river; and, as he was likely to pass rather uncomfortably close to the tree, he thought it best to get out of his way. But so :h was not the case. As he turned his head, he B'IW that the canoe was pursuing him. Still hoping that the he had not been seen, he came up a dozen feet away, and Commenced swinming in an Opposite ,direction. But the canoe was after him. no mistake. “ No use, ole boss, I’ve got you this time i” exclaimed hr in the bout. ‘ “What do you want of me i” demanded Kiugmau. “Keep 011', or I’ll shoot you." l ! l i l i LEW WIIETZEL, rm: scour. 27 “ Wagh ! wagh! You will, eh? Blaze away, if you can. Come, you might as well knock under and go ’loug docile, for there's no airthly help for yer.” As he said this the canoe shot rapidly ahead again, almost Upon him. The la ter again dove, and came up directly under the stern of the canoe, where he hoped he would not be discov- ered. He felt he would rutherhe shot in the water than‘ fall into the hands of the rent-glide. ‘ Heming a movmient in the bout, and fearing 'discov ry, 11601de his feet together to sink again; but, bifore his head disappeared beneath he was caught by th) hair, and in spite of way resistance he could offer, was pulled into the canoe. As he was pulled head 1oremost into the omoe, he fully eXpe-cted to he brained upon the spot, and more than once his head rang w t l the ex »ectation of the blow. He lay for a mom'tnt on his face, without moving. In his feverish, exhausted Condition, what resistance colnld he offer to the heroulean strlngth ot the renegade? Ilis clothes wt re wet, at d clinging to his shiv ting body, and a more miserable bell]! pro‘iahly “GVL'I' existed than he was at this momsnt. Astonished at. t .e silent-e of his enemy, he raised his head and loooked up. Instantly one of the loudest, heartlest, most ringing laughs he eVer heard greeted his ears. “ Wal, Kingtnan, you‘re the most dolet‘ul-lookingP rat I ever heard on! Why, who’d you take me ‘or? IInl ha! ha 1" “Why, Abram Mofl‘ht, is this you i’, ‘_‘No, it’s me. How are you? Give us you paw for old acquaintance." Not the renegade. but Kingman's old friend was sitting betore him. Th;- very person of all he wished to see. “ Where in the name of creation did you come from 3" asked Kiogman. a? " And where, I may ask, did you start 'l’" ‘“ Why, you known well enough. I was wounded in the battle, and have been trying to reach home.” 28 LEW WHETZEL, THE RCOUT. look. “ No, onlv a part of it. I believe I stand a chance of get- ing a ride the rest 0' the wny.” “ Yes, a slight chance if you behave yourself, and don't juiin nvirhmrd anugtry to paddle 1ft" “N » danger of that. for l am about u of them; but that don’t shift. the Hume, tor all that. He made the blunder, and Would, like as not, do it again, and ct'insequently he ain’t fit to go into Injin ground.” I “The Whetzel brothers render great serVECe to the set.- tlement, I understand.” observed the minister. “They are. regular teams. manage matters, there'll be no mistake made; he knows all about Injin ways.” “The Shawnees, I believe, are causing the most trou- ble 3” “Them imps are at the bottom of the whole trouble we‘ve bad. They have ain'uys been mean and ueg 840: d -——o.-—-¢=H If they’ll let Lew Whetzvl I itl-j nth‘ .t-: .rr. : .tl ‘ [Ii he _ i LEW WHETZEL, THE SCOUT. 41 enough to do anything. and since Simon Girty has got among them. they‘re nothing but a set of,devils let loose Upon nirth. It’s the incl," fldtletl the scout", as he noticed a look of (lisplee‘ure upon the minister’s face. “ It’s the the fact, I say; them Slmwnt-es are the biggest set of vil- lains that ever walked on two legs or four either, for that ml|t'el..1, “ I suppose that this renegade has a great influence over them i" “A great influence! Well, there 3” repeated the scout, gesticulnting very emphatically, " There ain’t it Injin chief West 01 Pennsylvania that can do more with his tribe than he can, and there ain’t a single chief among the Shawnees who dare persist in opposing him. No, sir.” “ Girty I knew when a boy,” said the minister, “ and I have prayed many a time for him sinCe. Although a dark and guilty man, he is a brave one, and Wns led to forswear hisrnCe on account of the brutal treatment he received from them. I have often wondered whether it were possi- ble to win him back again." _ “ ’Win him back again .’” repeated the scout, recoiling a step or two, in perfect amazunent._ “ No, sir; never. A greater monster never breathed, and as long as he lives his whole aim will he to reVenge himself upon us; and what is worse, he isn’t alone. There’s thnt Pete Johnson, as big , a devil, and a bigger cowmxl, and a half dozen others. " among the Injins, who are ever setting them on.” “ Uniphl they’ll get ptlltl for it yet." \ “ But I see the day is well along,” remark -d the scout, “ nnd I must be on my way to the other settlements.” The rnnger, alter a few minutes further conversation, let't our friends, and departed. The Words recorded took p‘ncu the next (lny afzer the battle describ; d in a preced- ing chnpter, and up to this time nothing hml been heard of Mofl’ut and Kingman. During the interval Pompey had Come in, who of course knew nothing. Their prolonged absence oceasionetl the most painful apprehension. All but Captain Parks were extremely doubttnl of their return and Kingman’s parents were compelled to believe that 42 LEW wum‘zsr, THE SCOUT. their promising “ George" was lost forever to them. Thai sad uncertainty of their fate cast a gloom over all the set‘i tlement. i But there was one upon whom the blow fell. as the min-l ister remarked, with double weight. The gentle, blue-i eyed Irene Stuart and the daring George K ngman had3 long been plighted—plighted in hearts, but not in wmdfii All had seen and undersoood the claim which he had up- on her, and although there was many an admiring eye! cast upon the lithe and graCeful form, yet none pretendel to dispute his right. All gave way, and pronounced the t handsome twain “ a fine match.” i Irene watched with a straining eye for the form of her beIOVed to appear among the returned. None other than 1 she who has experienced it can understand the painful doubt, the distressing uncertainty of a heart in such a situation: and when the fatal knowledge, like a blow of death, strikes all at once, then it is that the soul feels its great agony. As the good minister communicated gently, i: and with an air of hopefnlness, the the tidings tnat Motlat ' and Kingniau had not returned, she felt her heart sink ‘ within her. The ininster noticed her sudden paleness and i faintncss, and hastened to remark. “Oh, my child 1 you must not take it thus. There is good reason to believe that your friend is living, and will yet return." “ Did anyone see them fall 7” she asked. in a voice so i calm that it was frightful. “ Not at all. Gavoon, who was killed, was seen when i shot, as were most of the others; but no one noticed our friend.” ' “Then there is hope i" “To be sure—to he sure. Mofl‘nt is very skillful, they say, in savage ways, and has been deliw'red from so many dreadful dangers that it can hardly be supposed with new ; son that he has not escaped from this.” f‘But why do they remain so long away i” “Many reasons llli;1l|i(i(‘lttill than of wh ch we know , N‘.‘ ? 43 LEW WHETZEL, THE SCOUT. nothing, child. I have hy no menus giVen up hope, and I think it is not wrong for me to encourage you in hop- ing for the best.” “I will try,” she remarked, faintly, as she arose and Went to her room, where she might indulge her sorrow in Secret. u . The good mini